Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 595 As the car approached, Fleur opened the automated iron gate. Then, Wilma, the one who was enjoying all the luxuries in Melody's body, stepped out.

Melody shouted, "You bitch! I'll tear you apart!" She was furious and charged forward, trying to pin Wilma down. But the nearby bodyguards stepped in immediately, and Melody was restrained.

"You idiots! I'm your employer! I'm the real owner here! How could you not recognize me, you morons! I'm Melody! I'm the owner of this estate, your employer!" Melody screamed hysterically.

However, no matter how she argued, others only saw her as a raving lunatic. She was thrown out like a madwoman, completely and utterly discarded.

Then, Melody landed hard on the ground, the pain so intense it felt like her bones would shatter.

Seeing the scene, the taxi driver realized he wasn't getting paid, cursed his luck, and drove off in a huff.

The car sped away, and the iron gate closed. Wilma stood elegantly at the entrance, surrounded by over twenty luxury shopping bags.

Outside the gate, Melody was covered in dirt. She stared helplessly as everything that was hers was taken away. Anger, hatred, and fury filled her, her eyes bloodshot and fists clenched tightly. It was only now that regret sank in.

She realized how foolish she was to switch bodies with Tiffany. In the end, not only did it fail, but she was completely tricked.

Melody suddenly recalled. She had placed Tiffany in the experimental chamber, but it ended up being Wilma in the chamber.

The only possibility was someone had tampered with things while her eyes were closed.

Lorenzo, the man operating the machine, had no reason to do such a thing. He hated Tiffany just as much. And in such a short time, it would have been impossible for anyone else to switch things.

Melody tried to figure out what went wrong. Her mind spun in a chaotic mess, her heart felt like it had been plunged into boiling water, each second an agony.

To find out the answer, she would have to confront Tiffany. Wiping away her tears, Melody stormed off in a rage.

***** It was Sunday, a rare day off. Tiffany had finally slept in.

After leisurely washing up, she headed downstairs, where the housekeeper approached her. "Miss Kelley, there's someone outside waiting for you. She arrived last night and has been waiting ever since. Would you like to see her?" Tiffany asked, "Who is it?" "Not sure. I haven't seen her before. But she claims to be Miss Melody Princeton," the housekeeper said cautiously.

In the Kelley family's household, Melody was a rather awkward subject. Even the housekeeper's tone was laced with disdain.

No one could feel kindly toward a woman who had tried to kill her mother. Melody had nearly succeeded in killing Thalia back then.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and walked outside.

Beyond the villa's iron gate, "Wilma" stood with a tanned, sweat-covered face, her greasy appearance marred by rough pores and countless blackheads. She looked disheveled, covered in dust as if she had been waiting for ages.

Tiffany asked in surprise, "And who are you?" Melody was furious that Tiffany pretended not to know her.

She gripped the iron gate tightly and shouted, "You're the reason I'm like this, and now you're pretending not to know me? Tiffany, you've ruined my life!" "I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about." Tiffany spread her hands, her expression innocently amused. Tiffany had never intended to harm anyone, not in the past, not now. But that didn't mean she would sit back and let herself be trampled on.

Melody had first schemed against her with such vile and underhanded tactics. Tiffany didn't think it was wrong to send sof it back her way.

Tiffany turned to walk away.

Melody reached out, but the iron gate between them kept her from even grazing Tiffany's back, no matter how much she strained, She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Tiffany, one day, you'll get what you deserve! Karma will find its way!" Tiffany paused for a moment upon hearing that.

Before traveling back in time, she'd already tasted the consequences.

Back then, she had loved Kenneth foolishly and trusted Sandra blindly, even degrading herself to the point of agreeing to take the fall and go to prison for Melody's absurd crime.

Then, Melody nestled in Kenneth's arms. She watched Tiffany waste away in jail, and even laughed, saying, "Look, Kenneth, Tiffany is really down in the dumps." Of course, she was down in the dumps. Five years of darkness, five years of torment. Tiffany fell from a young lady of status to a despised prisoner.

While she suffered, Melody managed to cleanse her reputation, even erasing all memories of the murder she had done. She remained a beautiful and innocent lady.

Tiffany smirked coldly and turned her head. “Is that so? Then let's see who will get caught by karma first." Watching Tiffany walk away, Melody clenched her fists, her eyes seething with anger.

Then, Melody changed her perspective. While she was still in someone else's body, perhaps she could use it to bring Tiffany down before switching back.

Even if she committed heinous crimes, once she reclaimed her own body, the sins would not be hers to bear.

Finally calming herself, Melody sneered and left Cedar Ridge Villa.

On the other hand, Wilma was on cloud nine.

She had slipped into a brand-new designer dress worth five figures. It was the most expensive thing she had ever worn. In the past, she couldn't afford it, and even if she could, she would have looked good in it. But now it was different. Wilma looked in the mirror at the face that wasn't hers. Her new face had flawless skin.

She looked beautiful, with perfect lips and dazzling eyes.

Wilma squealed excitedly and pulled another new dress from the wardrobe to try on.

Aside from the wardrobe full of beautiful clothes, the floor was covered with dozens of shopping bags.

All this was from the shopping spree she'd gone on after being picked up by the driver yesterday At first, she hesitated to spend, but after the first purchase went through without a hitch, she went all out. In just half an hour, she had spent 40 thousand dollars. She wished she could live like this forever.

Wilma's eyes sparkled, but at that moment, her phone rang. It was June calling. She hesitated before swiping to answer.

She knew what June wanted to discuss. Just two days ago, after she successfully interviewed and secured ve her place at Luna Villa, June had warned her that once the body switch succeeded, she'd have to follow orders. This was an arrangement. Wilma should follow instructions, get her due payment, and get her body back. But the problem was she no longer wanted to switch back.

With this new body, she was beautiful, a wealthy young lady, and had money to spend freely. Having tasted this life, Wilma didn't want to return to that rough, unattractive body.